I woke up in a closet.

I researched the I.D. thing more yesterday afternoon and I’m mulling my decision a little more.  Especially after going to a bar in the Pratt neighborhood, getting in for 2 PBR’s (basically I was there for half an hour) then going out to smoke and getting carded on my way back in.  I rushed past the guy at the door and said I had already been inside.  I went to the bathroom and on my way out saw that the guy at followed me in.  I told him I didn’t bring my I.D. with me “I didn’t know I was coming here, I didn’t bring it in case I got mugged, I’m leaving anyway.”  So I grabbed my boyfriend and we left.  I felt really bad about it, not to mention stupid for thinking that they wouldn’t have someone carding outside of a $1 PBR night.

My boyfriend picked up more beer and we decided to go to a BYOB place across the street for dinner.  The waitress took forever to come, so we left fifteen minutes later without ordering any food.

So very hungry by the time we got back home, I felt a craving for eggs, so I made turkey bacon and cheddar cheese omelette’s.  And our tiny apartment smelled like bacon.

This morning I slept through my alarms and eventually woke up later than usual thinking it was eleven a.m. and that I’d have to call into work.  I had a dream that my boyfriend was saying “That’s it.  I’ve come to terms with it.  I’m going to be late for work at Flavorpill.”  When he did get up he wasn’t freaking out like I thought he would be.  I showered and got ready as usual and made some comment like “Man, I’m glad that I’m in such a good mood despite being late and everything.”  He told me what time it was and it was only 8:47, not 10:47 as I’d thought.  I suddenly felt a surge of wonderfulness when I realized I wouldn’t be that late, so I made more turkey bacon which is still lingering in my previously clean and pantene pro-v smelling hair.